Deceptive appearances

From the outside, I appear to be a together person. There is truth to this and I'm certainly a person to whom Fate has been very kind, for which I'm always grateful.

However, for several years and especially since my mother's death I've been confused about what to believe and how I should attempt to live the remainder of my life. Perhaps I'm starting to get somewhere now. Below are the lyrics of a song I wrote a few days ago that has become a sort of anthem for me.

Fool for love  

Words and music, Owen Scott, III

(April 13, 2016)

I have said

There are two kinds of men

There are fools

And there are fools who know.

That all men are foolish

And I am just a man

Who plays the fool each day

And I can’t let go.  

It may be impossible

It surely seems that way

To turn this world around

But who’s to say?

In the Great Scheme of Things

No one counts for much

Like seasons on the wind

We come and we go.

But somehow all the same

Each life’s a burning flame

Each day’s a treasure cave

Each moment shines like gold.

Each breath’s eternity

Each thought is lightning

Each kiss is everything
Each story must be told.